On Poetry Prompts
By GC SMITH
Our task
mistress
wants me
to find
a failed poem
that has
a line
as fine
as a rare
Cabernet wine
From that
I’m tasked
to build a poem
that passes muster
with readers
who would deign
to judge
my dross
That,
of course,
I cannot do:
it’s up to you,
dear reader,
to figure out
if my words
are tarnished
or if they
shine
Myself,
I think
all my poems
are like pure gold
or flawless gems,
but then again
I am
delusional
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